Gallimaufry 1993

L i v i n g o n t h e E d g e Vacuuming, sweeping, scrubbing, dusting, mopping, emptying trash, cleaning the commons. Seems like more chores than what you had to do at home, doesn't it? Signing out, propping doors, explaining, begging, serving time. Jeez, you thought Mom and Dad were strict. Your roomate snores, the toilet's clogged, your neighbor's blasting "Achy Breaky Heart", the big Calc test is tommorrow, and you can't get to sleep. Welcome to residential life at IMSA, where the music is always bad, (unless it's yours), the alarm never goes off (on time, anyway), and the TV is never free, (especially when "Beavis and Butthead" is on). Okay, okay, so it's not really as bad as all that. But sometimes it sure seems like it. More often than not, any random IMSA student on any random night can find some sort of (legal) entertainment. And, admit it, it's better than home. No more family gatherings, no more squealing siblings (for most of us, at any rate), no more uninvited PBS marathons with Dad asleep at the remote. And it gets better! (Read: Intervis). Wing trips, Imsasun, cable, brother/sister wings, quads, and an elevator at your disposal. Can't beat that. A small fraction of the campus population, probably more than have confessed, might feel a slight twinge of home– sickness. Not to worry! Each wing is its own family, with an RC acting as the proud parent. Different wings have different personalities. Wing dances have always been a way to express wing opinion and character. Come as a Tree, Even Better than the Real Schwing, Cage Dance, Bob Wing Thing, and Jamie Brown is Dead are only a few examples in the show of creatvity we were audience to during the 1992-93 school year. Come on! You know you love it. Re s i d e n t i al L i f e